"Or we, when we fought for our people," Éowyn agrees, with a little smile. "I have sought to learn what I can of them, but I fear that here, they are as little-regarded as tansy or kingsfoil, and less understood. Most of those native to the land know no more of how they are made than you or I."

Noting his slight wince, she's careful not to bind the bandages too tight. Her movements, while practised, are a little clumsy thanks to how hard she's worked herself lately, the scabs and blisters on her hands cracking under the effort.